Ansel Imagines

2. Pt. 1) Fried chicken?

"It's gunna be ok, you'll do GOOD. I promise." Your best friend y/bff/n said to you as you were leaving to audition.

"Ok, ok.  I'll call you later to give you the deats." I told her as I sit the front door.

Your school was having a TFIOS play and you were auditioning for the part of Hazel Grace.  Yes the protagonist, and you were determined to make it.

You found yourself more standing in a room waiting for your name to be called.  You sat there with one ear bud in so you could hear with the other. 

"Want some?" said a voice, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Uh, fried chicken?" You questioned.

"Yeah, it relaxes me and makes me less nervous, but I'm nit nervous, but I honestly don't know really-" He said super rapidly.

"Sure!" I said hoping he would calm down.  Even though it was too cute, he was adorable.

"Really? I was just being nice, I didn't think you would say yes."

You stare at him confused.

"Just kidding here." He said, handing you his fried chicken bucket.

This was so awkward, like, fried chicken? Ok. 

You guys ate the fried chicken and talked for a while until they called you up. 

Before you left he said, "What's your name?"

"Y/n"

"Oh I was practicing.."

"Okayyy" you said mocking him.

"I'm Ansel though. I'll see you around."

"Ok bye."